The boat deck was cold and silent when Jake finally made his way out of the crowded corridors of the ocean liner. He looked around frantically for any signs of lifeboats being lowered away. Every davit on either side of the enormous ship had been emptied of its contents. He looked at his watch. It was nearly five minutes past two in the morning almost two and a half hours since the R.M.S. Titanic had struck an iceberg.
Fast asleep in his cabin, Jake hadn’t even felt the collision, which ripped a three hundred-foot gash in the starboard bow at twenty minutes to midnight. Commotion in the corridor outside of his cabin woke Jake up with a start some thirty minutes later. Putting his foot to the floor, he noticed that the ship was listing towards the bow slightly. He wondered why. Growing alarmed, he hastily dressed and rushed from his second class cabin to investigate what had happened.
The scene in the hallways of the doomed ocean liner was chaotic. Jake ran from person to person asking what had happened, only to be told a thousand different stories. One claimed that the ship had run aground on the shores of Newfoundland, while others were certain that they had collided with another ship. Finally, a man placed a jagged piece of ice the size of a pocket watch into Jake’s hand and informed him that the ship had hit an iceberg and that there were chunks of ice all over the forecastle deck. Jake stared at the ice in disbelief.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” stuttered Jake, “The Titanic’s unsinkable. Everybody knows that!”
“Tell that to the people in the lifeboats,” said the other man coldly. He smirked at Jake for an instant, then moved on. As Jake looked at the ice, he had the uncanny feeling that he was being watched. Looking up, he noticed a woman staring from her stateroom at the ice in his hand. Though she only had the door open a foot or so, Jake immediately recognized who she was.
Since leaving the English port of Southampton four days earlier, Jake had noticed her as she made her way to the dining saloon on “D” deck each morning for breakfast. She appeared to be about his age, twenty-seven. With very little to do on the voyage, Jake found himself sitting in the second class library for hours at a time gazing at the mysterious woman as she read French fashion magazines. She was very tall and exceedingly slender. Every so often she would run her fingers dreamily through her long brown hair and gaze out of the portholes at the unending ocean. She seemed melancholy for some reason which Jake was powerless to understand. He couldn’t imagine how such an extraordinarily attractive woman could ever be sad about anything, being blessed as she was by her face and figure. More than once she would look around the room and their eyes would meet for an instant. Her light blue eyes seemed to give off an illumination all their own. Each time, though, Jake would look away. He had a wife waiting for him in New York and, although the marriage had been a stormy one, he wasn’t altogether prepared to launch into a shipboard affair with this woman he found so beautiful.
Jake studied her face as she looked at the ice in his hand. She was afraid, just as he was. She had evidently dressed quickly, forgetting to button her blouse completely. It was parted slightly and offered a partial view of small but firm breasts, which Jake noticed were unencumbered by a bra.
After looking at him for a moment, she closed the door slowly. Realizing that he might be wasting precious time, Jake tossed the ice aside and made his way through throngs of confused passengers as he headed for the upper deck.
One thing led to another, and it took him nearly an hour before he finally reached his destination. At every turn, someone had needed help finding a life jacket, or the path had been blocked by passengers. When Jake eventually walked out onto the deck, he found that only women and children were being allowed in the lifeboats. An officer assured him that the men would be allowed to board once all the women had been taken off the ship. Jake looked towards the front of the ship. The slanting decks made it obvious that the mighty Titanic was sinking hard.
Jake ran below deck again, determined to retrieve a few of his valuables from his stateroom before going back to the deck. As he passed the mysterious woman’s room, he had the sudden impulse to find out if she had made it to one of the lifeboats or not. His heart beat heavily in his chest as he rapped on her door. After a few seconds, it opened and the woman looked out. She gazed at him in surprise.
“Hello. My name is Jake.” His voice nearly cracked.
The woman smiled slightly. “Mine is Yvonne,” she said in a soft voice. Her accent was distinctly French, lyrical and gentle in tone exactly as he had imagined it to be.
“You need to get on deck. They’re lowering the lifeboats!”
Yvonne opened the door a little wider. The bright lights in the corridor made it possible for Jake to see her nipples pressed tightly against the sheer fabric of her blouse.
“It’s pointless, Jake,” she said calmly. “The Titanic’s lifeboats can only hold a third of the people onboard.”
Jake paused. “You have to at least try, don’t you?”
Yvonne undid the latch on her door and indicated for him to come in. Once Jake was inside, she shut the door completely. She looked at him and smiled.
“I’ve seen you look at me all week…in the dining room and the library. I know that look. I know it very well. Do you want me?” she purred, running her hand lightly down his arm. “There’s no time for modesty, Jake, not here, not now. Tell me.”
Jake nodded, unable to answer. Yvonne kissed him suddenly. Their mouths opened and her tongue found his. She guided his hand to her breasts and rubbed them over her erect nipples. Undoing the buttons, Yvonne opened her blouse and enticed Jake with a view of her naked breasts. He grabbed them excitedly and began to fondle each nipple, causing Yvonne to moan with desperate pleasure. Suddenly Jake stopped and withdrew his hands.
“No!” he shouted. “We have to get to the boats or swim for it or something!”
“The water is freezing. I will not freeze to death bobbing back and forth in the ocean in the middle of the night. I won’t listen to others dying in the water around me as I await my turn. I can think of a better way to spend the final moments we have. Can’t you?” As she said this, she ran her hand between her legs and began to masturbate through the fabric of her skirt.
Jake watched for a moment, captivated by her display of wanton desire.
“I . . . I have to try to get off the ship. Will you come with me? Please?” he said quietly.
Yvonne moved closer to him. “No, I won’t. You must do what you feel you have to. But be back before it is too late! I think we can make it worth our while.”
Jake kissed her again and left the stateroom. Yvonne smiled knowingly and began to remove her clothes.
The lifeboats were gone. Jake shuddered as he looked back and forth over the deck. Far off, on either side of the ship, the tiny white lifeboats looked like dots bobbing up and down on the surface of the frigid ocean waters. There were more people on deck than before. They walked around in a confused daze as they tried to come to terms with the fact that they were going to die very soon.
Jake made his way below deck and back towards Yvonne’s stateroom. The listing of the bow increased and Jake found himself using the walls for support. Passengers all around him cried and hugged one another or stood silently staring out of portholes as the water came closer.
Yvonne’s door was unlocked. Cautiously, Jake opened the door, half expecting her to be gone. Yvonne lay on the bed. She pulled the sheet away to show him she was nude.
“I knew you would be back,” she whispered as he climbed on the bed.
“I want to make love to you,” Jake whispered back.
“I don’t want you to make love to me, Jake,” she returned, “I want you to fuck me. Making love is something you spend hours doing. We don’t have that luxury. That’s why I want you to fuck me. No words of love, no soft, gentle caresses, just take me, just fuck my cunt!”
Jake needed no further urging. He moved his hands over her body hungrily. She was already wet, the soft lips parted slightly. He buried his head in her crotch and began to lick the entire length of her vagina. She shuddered in orgasm, pumping her juices into Jake’s mouth.
Suddenly bottles, combs, and other assorted items began to fall off the vanity onto the floor. Distant crashes began to be heard all through the ship. People began screaming somewhere far down the hallway. Yvonne lifted Jake’s face from between her legs. “We don’t have much time!” she said, reaching for his cock and caressing it in her hands. She leaned forward and placed the entire length of his penis into her mouth. Jake’s head rolled back in surprise and pleasure and he tried very hard not to notice how quickly the ship was sinking.
Yvonne took her mouth away from Jake’s penis, lay on her back and spread her legs seductively. She shoved a forefinger into her vagina, then offered it to Jake. He took her finger and licked it slowly.
“Fuck me now, Jake, like you wanted to when you saw me in the library. Ram your cock into me. Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked a woman before.”
The room began to come alive with moving furniture as the waters of the Atlantic swept over the bow of the Titanic and the giant ocean liner sank deeper into the sea, preparing to make its two-mile plunge through the cold, black water to the ocean floor. An end table and all its contents came crashing down next to the bed. Fortunately for the two lovers, the headpost of Yvonne’s bed was right up against the wall facing the bow, so it had no place to move to. Jake took a perverse pleasure in the thought that the odd angle of the room would allow him to penetrate Yvonne more easily.
“Now!” urged Yvonne. “Enter me now!”
Jake slid his penis into her as far as he could until his testicles bounced against the firm cheeks of her derriere. Yvonne groaned and muttered something in French as she began playing with her own nipples. Jake took a deep breath and began to thrust in and out of her vagina.
“Fuck me harder! We have so little time, Jake!” panted Yvonne as her hips began to work in unison with his thrusts.
Jake leaned forward and kissed her deeply. As their tongues intertwined, the lights in the stateroom blinked off for a second, blinked on, then went out for good. A sound like that of thunder began. It increased in volume as the Titanic’s twenty-nine massive boilers slid out of their holding beds and crashed into bulkheads three decks below.
In the blackness that enveloped the stateroom, Yvonne grabbed Jake’s buttocks and pushed him in deeper. The thundering sound grew deafening as he pounded into her with all the intensity he could muster.
Suddenly, ocean water blasted into the stateroom through the porthole which Yvonne had neglected to close completely earlier in the evening. The mist from the gushing water settled on the two lovers and they shuddered from the coldness of the sea waters.
“Don’t stop!” screamed Yvonne in the darkness. “Shoot your come inside of me before it’s too late!”
Jake slammed even harder into her. He dropped sweat onto her belly as he reached an orgasm.
“I’m coming!” he shouted hoarsely.
“Yes!” screamed Yvonne with great pleasure. Jake collapsed in her arms, panting heavily.
The freezing ocean water began to fill the stateroom rapidly. Yvonne, however, took little notice as she savored the feeling of Jake buried to the hilt inside of her. She kissed her lover tenderly as the ocean liner began its plunge through the depths to the bottom of the sea.
